The gathered Demon Heads had only one thought in their hearts: Go to hell.
But such thoughts could only be entertained when no one was around.
At the very least, not now.
At this moment, the hall was utterly silent.
They finally understood why he was called the Mad Demon Head.
Listen to what he had said upon arriving—his tone had even carried a trace of humility, speaking of the Five Elders and great figures.
Yet the question before their very eyes was this: wasn't this great figure you yourself?
You made it sound as though you did not know who that great figure was.
Such complaints vanished swiftly.
Only the elderly figure sat above, hunched and crooked, as if he were in his final years and about to pass away.
Yet no Demonic Cultivator would let such appearances blind them.
"Welcome, Venerable One."
One Demonic Cultivator jolted. At their level of cultivation, such tangled thoughts could already be summoned and dismissed at will.
It took less than a breath for them to show nothing outwardly. Someone among them smoothly spoke up, saying with utmost respect,
as if that wisp of distracting thought that had been stirred up had never existed.
"Welcome, Venerable One!"
Once those words were spoken, the others immediately joined in, kneeling to salute him. In such matters, Demonic Cultivators had never been willing to fall behind others.
No matter how many thoughts they had, how much resentment, unwillingness, or wariness, they ultimately could not surmount one reality—the other party was a Dongzhen Realm Demon Head, one of the foremost powerhouses beneath the Seeking Dao Realm.
Such formalities were necessary. Demon Sects valued rules, yet did not value rules; but a thick skin and a venomous heart were indeed two things most Demon Heads of the Four